if i had piles and piles of money, i'd be tempted to swap them for buffy set pieces on ebay - most are generic crystals from the magic box or tchotchkes from buffy's bedroom, but giles's leather satchel is awfully tempting. with huge piles of money and the right connections, i'd go after spike's chip or an orb of Thessala. favorite show, how you'll be missed.
good mail (highlights from a recent junk forward):
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excellent mail (from douglas):
>so how important is it to sanitize one's hands after the subway and such?
>i have this theory that my antibodies will have superpowers if i allow a
>certain amount of grime into my life - like if i don't stress now,
>someday i'll be able to drink mexican tap water. my theories usually fall
>apart, though.
I've never done the hand-sanitizing thing, and it never seems to have been
an issue. Or check A.E. Housman on the same subject:
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
- I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.
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